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The basement wasn’t just dark, there was no cell service down there either, so Sarah and Devin sat together in the family room scrolling on their phones, sharing videos. Allison made sure Andrew got the vacuum, lit the candle in his room, and told him to get to work, pointing out all the dirty dishes and the pile of clean clothes that hadn’t been folded and put away in his room.
Allison went back to the family room, her heart still racing from earlier. “Mom, come here,” Sarah called, patting the spot beside her on the couch. Allison sat down, her eyes flickering toward Devin on the other side. His presence was impossible to ignore—his muscular frame, his tight shorts, his cock hanging down his left thigh.
“Check this out,” Sarah said, holding up her phone. A TikTok dance video played on the screen: a woman grinding seductively against a man to a bass-heavy beat. “Devin and I should try this.”
“Oh, um, that’s… interesting,” she forced a smile. Her mind was already spiraling. “I am sure you could do it with some practice.” She could feel her cheeks heating up as Devin leaned forward, his eyes on the screen.
“Let’s give it a shot.” He stood, pulling Sarah to her feet. The way he moved was effortless, as if he owned every room he entered. Allison’s gaze lingered on his broad shoulders, then drifted lower despite herself.
Sarah giggled, positioning herself in front of him. The music started playing through her phone’s speakers, and she began to sway her hips, slowly at first, then with more confidence. Devin placed his hands lightly on her waist, guiding her movements. Allison’s pulse quickened as Sarah pressed her back against him, her ass grinding against his crotch.
The rhythm was hypnotic. Sarah’s body moved in ways that made Allison feel both envious and flustered. Allison couldn’t tear her eyes away. Devin’s expression was intense, his jaw clenched as Sarah rolled her hips in slow circles.
Allison felt a warmth spreading through her, a familiar ache building between her thighs. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to suppress it, but it was useless. Her gaze flicked downward, and she watched as Devin’s cock bounced beneath the thin fabric of Andrew’s shorts. Oh God. Her mouth went dry. She could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric; she could see the thick ridge of his helmet.
Sarah seemed oblivious, lost in the dance. She twirled around to face Devin, her arms wrapping around his neck as they moved together. Their bodies were so close, so perfectly aligned. Allison bit her lip, her desires bubbling to the surface. What would it feel like to be that close to him?
She didn’t even notice when Ethan came and sat across from her. He watched her eyes; he knew exactly what she was looking at. Devin’s large bouncing dick. And he could see why; he truly was massive.
The music filled the room, the scene unfolding in front of her drowning out her thoughts, she watched the way Sarah’s hips rocked against him, the way Devin’s hands tightened on her waist.
Devin’s cock was moving, and the shorts were hiking up; another inch and his cock would be hanging out. Allison’s breath came in shallow gasps as she imagined what it would feel like to touch him, to feel his thickness in her hands—or somewhere else.
Sarah spun around again, pressing her back against Devin once more. This time, she looked over her shoulder at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Am I doing it right?” she teased, grinding harder against him.
Devin’s voice was rough when he replied, “You’re doing just fine.”
She wanted to look away, to retreat to her room, but she was rooted to the spot. Every movement, every sound, pulled her deeper into the scene unfolding before her.
Sarah reached back, her hand brushing against Devin’s thigh before sliding upward to grip his hip. She leaned into him, her head tilting back against his shoulder. “You’re really good at this. You know, with your dad being who he is, you could get a hundred thousand followers or more if you tried.”
“Nah, that’s not for me. Shit, I messed up. Let’s start over, a little slower.”
Allison’s heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of them, the sexual energy crackling in the air. She could feel it building inside her. God damn, she was going to orgasm!
Allison shot up off the couch and made her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a tall glass of vodka with just a little orange juice. She gulped it as she watched Devin from the kitchen. Finally, her attention broke, and she saw Ethan watching her watch them. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were fixed on Allison.
“Mom! I am ready!” Allison felt like she had been woken from a dream. She found herself in Andrew’s room, with the blinds open, and candles lit, she was able to look around his room. She quickly downed the rest of her stiff drink; her eyes felt it first. There was a dull pressure at the back of the eyes, paired with a gentle spin—not enough to make the room whirl, just enough to make her feel like the world might tilt if she moved too quickly.
The storm’s fury had quieted to a gentle patter against the windowpane, and a hopeful, grayish light began to filter into Andrew’s room. Allison stepped inside. She felt a bit unsteady – the heels, the drink, the lust, had made her wobbly. The scent of the candle and a faint, musky undertone she couldn’t quite place hung in the air.
Her eyes scanned the room, noting the neat stacks of video game cases and the freshly made bed. It was then that her gaze fell on the small metal wastebasket by his desk stuffed with crumpled white tissues.
A slow, knowing heat crept up her neck. He’d just taken this trash out last night. A giggle bubbled up in her throat, a sound of pure, unexpected delight, and she pressed her fingers to her lips to stifle it. She hadn’t thought about her son’s private life, not really. He was her boy. But the evidence was undeniable, a testament to a virility that was intensely fascinating.
She plucked a stray t-shirt from his desk chair and folded it absently, her focus entirely on that little metal bin. Her clit tingled between her legs. Her voice was a little huskier than she intended when she finally spoke. “Honey? Is that… is that all since yesterday?”
Andrew, who had been scrolling on his phone, froze. A burning sensation spread from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. He couldn’t look at her, staring fixedly at the floor as he gave a nod and brokenly said, “Yeah.”
Just then, with a soft hum and a series of electronic clicks, the power surged back to life. The ceiling fan began to spin, and the three large computer monitors on Andrew’s desk blazed to life, flooding the room with light. But nothing could have prepared Allison for what she saw.
The screen on the left showed a stunning porn star, with her large, bare breasts on display. The one on the right showed a picture she recognized instantly. It was her, in that white bikini she wore the day before. She was standing by the pool, laughing, water beading on her skin. Her 34-DD breasts were barely contained by the bikini top; her nipples were easily seen through the thin, wet fabric.
Then the center screen was a photoshopped image. Andrew had edited the two pictures together to make it look like she was topless out at the pool. She was flooded with thoughts and feelings – shock, dismay, surprise at how well done the edit was, and flattered that her son found her sexy.
She could hear Andrew’s panicked gasp. He fumbled for the mouse and stammered, “Mom, I—that’s not—it’s just a stupid edit, I was just messing around with the software…SHIT!” He babbled.
Allison’s nipples tightened painfully against the fabric of her dress. She could only stare, transfixed, at the proof of her son’s desire for her.
“You… you look at me?” The question lingered, and Andrew desperately wanted to escape the situation.
Andrew’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He finally looked at her with shame. “I’m sorry, I’ll delete it, please don’t be mad.”
Allison closed the bedroom door. Turning toward Andrew, she gripped the doorknob behind her and flicked the button, locking the door.
“I am not mad, Andrew. You’re a young man with a healthy interest in girls. It’s normal for boys your age to masturbate, be curious, and have fantasies.”
“But, not about their mom’s, what’s wrong with me?” He sighed, covering his face with his hands.
“Shh, nothing’s wrong with you.” Allison soothed, kneeling in front of him and pulling his hands away so she could look him in the face. “I promise you, a lot of boys have mommy fantasies, and… I think it’s sweet. I mean, out of all the girls online you could look at, you chose me.” Andrew looked at his mom, his eyes darting down to her chest.
“But… ” Allison’s heart fluttered. “That is a lot for one day.” She motioned toward the trash can. “I am guessing your father never talked with you about this, did he?”
“No,”
“Well, he was supposed to.” She wasn’t surprised; Ethan had rarely been able to have a real discussion about sex. “You do know how to do it right? I mean the right way?” She asked.
“There’s a wrong way?” His voice cracked.
Allison took a seat on Andrew’s bed as they continued to talk.
“What do you use?’ She asked.
“My…my hand.”
“But, do you use any kind of lotion… or lube?”
“No.” He answered, but was confused.
“Well, you should. Lube is best, or a good coconut oil. It helps protect the skin and gives a more life like experience. Jerking off is fine, but you don’t want to train yourself to be a fast cummer. So, take it slow, never rush to the end. Tease yourself until you feel like you’re going to explode, and then stop. Train yourself to hold it. And, by looking at all these tissues, I think maybe a stroker… a Fleshlight, might be a good idea, something you can cum in and wash it out afterwards. Would you like that?”
“I can’t believe we’re talking about this…. this is so weird.”
“No, it’s not weird.” Allison smiled, looking at her picture on the screen. “Well, maybe a little weird.”
“Stay right here.” Allison charged and left the room.
As soon as she left the room, Andrew frantically turned off the screens and sat in the chair, watching and waiting for the door to open again. Moments later, Allison returned with a caddy of cleaning supplies – trash bags, cleaners, wipes, and gloves.
She shut the door, the lock clicking into place. Andrew flinched at the noise, his eyes wide as he watched his mother turn, holding the caddy. She dropped the cleaning supplies on the dresser beside the door and pulled out a bottle with a pump top.
“Your father thinks I’m in here supervising a deep clean,” she said with a wink. “But… I am going to teach you how to masturbate the right way.”
Andrew couldn’t look away from the bottle in her hand, from the way her fingers curled around it. “Mom, I… I don’t think…”
“Shhh,” she soothed, taking a step closer. She was eye candy in her housewife dress and pearls; she looked just like the women in the MILF videos he jerked off to.
“We already started this conversation. We’re just going to finish it properly.” She placed the bottle of lube on the desk next to his keyboard, the plastic tapping softly against the wood, then she reached into a pocket on her dress and pulled out the dildo she used yesterday.
“Holy shit, mom!”
“I told you I’d teach you how to do it right.” Allison leaned forward, pumping some of the lube in her hand, her large breasts presenting a massive amount of cleavage right in front of her son, and then sat on Andrew’s bed, just a few feet away. “Haven’t I always told you that you can talk to me about anything, come to me for anything?”
“Mom,” Andrew chuckled nervously.
“I meant it then, and I mean it now. So, when you play with yourself, you want to use enough lube to get it nice and slick.” She held the dildo to her lap, rubbing the lube around the head and down the shaft, sliding her hand up and down the dildo, masturbating her cock. “See. And you can do what feels good, play with your balls a little, give them a nice firm tug, and slowly work your hand up and down our penis like this.” She demonstrated.
Andrew’s face was full of lust, his eyes widened, his mouth gaping as he watched his mom jerk the large cock in her lap. He took a deep breath as his penis strained against his pants. Allison asked if he wanted to give it a try. Andrew reached out for the dildo, but Allison pushed him away with a laugh.
“No, silly. Use your penis.” Andrew looked at his mom in disbelief. “You’re cute… being so shy.” She smirked. “You know I’ve seen your penis hundreds of times.”
“Not like this, I was just a little kid.”
“Okay… I get it. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” She quickly got up and plopped the slick dong on his desk. “I am just surprised you don’t want to do it. But… what do you think I should do with all this lube on my hand?”
Her son sat in stunned silence.
“I’ve got an idea.” She said with a bit of a slur.
Allison plunged her hand into her top, scooping her breast and pulling it out, and then did the same with the other. She looked down at her large breasts hanging out of the top of her dress and sensually rubbed the lube on her nipples.
“Mom?” Andrew whispered, rubbing his aching dick through his shorts. He was losing control; he had never wanted to jerk off more, and yet he was terrified to actually do it. “What’s going on with you? Seriously, why are you dressed like this today? Why are you acting like such a porn star?”
“Fine… have you ever watched a free-use video?” She asked, making a bold statement. Andrew nodded yes. “Well, today I am free-use. I made a deal with your father. It was actually his idea. I am not even wearing any panties.” She lifted her dress revealing her hairless pussy.
“Fuck, mom!” He grimaced and gripped his dick. A huge grin spread across her face. She sat back down on Andrew’s bed, but he swiveled away from her, pulling out his dick and stroking it.
“Come on, sweetie, just let me make sure you’re doing it right.” She snorted in frustration. So, she decided to go all in.
“Would you like to feel my breasts?” She toyed with her erect nipples.
“Are you serious?” He huffed.
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded . “But… you have to turn around and let me see. You have to get nice and hard, and then you can feel them.” Allison wasn’t thinking right at all. What was she doing? This is her son. But something had stirred inside her that couldn’t be denied. She watched as Andrew processed the offer, and she wondered if his hesitation was due to his lack of size like his father, or just the awkwardness of the situation. She wasn’t going to have to wait long to have her answer.
Andrew gulped like in a cartoon. He closed his eyes and spun around in the chair. She nearly laughed seeing his hard dick in his hands, he wasn’t big, certainly nowhere near Devin’s size. But, likely 2 inches longer than his father.
“Eyes open, look at me.” Allison coached. “Now stroke it.” She jerked her hand up and down like in those JOI videos she watched. Soon, Andrew was sliding his slick hand up and down his shaft to his mother’s tits.
“Can… can I touch you now?” He blushed.
“Let me see it, sweetie.” He moved his hand away. Allison stifled a laugh as she looked at his fully hard dick. His penis was about the size of Ethan’s, maybe a little longer but still thin, no more than 4 inches around, she guessed.
“Are you fully hard?” She asked, knowing he was.
“Yes,”
“And that’s as big as it gets?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever shown it to a girl before?” Allison teased.
“No…”
“Why not? You’re a handsome boy.” She wanted to hear him say it.
“I don’t know… I am just…” He couldn’t say it; he wanted to, but couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he was embarrassed by his size.
“Are you concerned about the size?” She asked with a pouting, sympathetic tone. Andrew couldn’t answer; he was too embarrassed to admit it. “That’s one of the problems with porn, sweetie, it gives an unrealistic expectation.”
“I know it’s all fake, and they use girls with small hands and stuff…” He sighed, looking down at his thin dick.
“No, Andrew. That’s not it at all. It’s just that not everyone can have a large, thick cock as you see online. That’s just not possible. Your’s is more on the other end, it’s a nice penis, just a little smaller than average.” She said it, and he heard it. His mother just confirmed his fear: his penis is small. She saw his spirit fall and deeply regretted being so direct.
“Oh, baby. It’s okay, though. Look at me, I have large breasts, but not all women have large breasts.” She lifted her boobs in her hands. “And, not all men have large dicks. Here, stand up, let me take a better look at it.” He reluctantly stood up. His mother took him by the hips, pulling him close. Allison got a good, long look at her son’s little penis, then wrapped her hand around it. He jumped as she made contact.
“I am going to tell you something that I shouldn’t, can you keep it between us?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He would have agreed to anything at this point.
“Your father is smaller.” She nodded, assuring him she was telling the truth, and pumped his penis a few times.
“Are you serious?” Andrew couldn’t believe it.
“He’s very small,” She whispered seductively. “See how yours sticks up past my hand?” She pushed her fist against him, making his head poke out. “Your father doesn’t do that. And, look, he married me and has two great kids. But you do need to learn to use it, and that starts with how you masturbate. So listen up, since it’s sort of small, you have to use it right and follow these rules.” He was glued to her every word. “Now sit.” Andrew sat back down on the chair, and to his surprise, his mother knelt between his legs.
“The first rule,” she murmured, her eyes locking with his. “Always use lube.” She pumped some more lube on his dick. Her slick hand wrapping around his shaft, coating his penis.
Andrew gasped a choked, strangled sound. He shut his eyes again, his head falling back. “Oh, my god…”
“Eyes open, Andrew,” Allison said. “Watch. You need to learn this.” Her hand began to move, a slow, torturous glide from the base all the way to the tip. So smooth. So effortless. She saw his thighs tremble, and she tightened her other hand on his hip, steadying him. “Breathe. You have to remember to breathe.”
He watched, mesmerized, as his mother’s hand worked his penis with a practiced, knowing rhythm. It was the most surreal, the most incredibly intense moment of his life.
“See?” she whispered. “Slow. Teasing. Don’t race for the finish line. Make it last.” Her thumb swirled over the slick head, collecting a bead of pre-cum that had already formed there. She smeared it down his length, mixing it with the lube, making every movement wetter, slicker, more obscene. A low groan ripped from his chest as he moved his hips, fucking her hand.
“That’s it,” she encouraged him. The power she felt was dizzying. “You can move. Find a rhythm with me. But keep it slow. Control it.” He tried, his thrusts hesitant at first, then growing more confident, matching the pace she set.
“You feel how good it can be when you take your time?” she asked. Her hand left his dick, and she cupped his balls, rolling the tight sac gently in her palm. He cried out, his entire body tensing.
“I… I can’t… I’m gonna…” he panted, his control clearly fraying.
“Not yet,” she commanded and clamped her fist around the base of his dick, kinking the fire hose. His breathing settled down and her grip loosened, and she resumed her stroking – slow, light strokes. She was edging him. She held him there, on that impossible precipice, watching the agony and ecstasy war on his face. “You hold it. You train yourself. Think about something else. Think about…”
Her eyes flickered to the dark computer screen, to the ghost of her own image she knew had been there moments before. “You turned it off.” She sighed.
“I… yes… I just… I was embarrassed.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, I am your mom. And, I can be free-use to you if you want.” She released his dick. “But, not sex… just hands and boobs.” She took his left hand and placed it on her breast. A shiver ran through his body.
“Oh my god,” He repeated over and over. The soft flesh and the weight of her breast in his hand were almost more than he could take.
“Now jerk your little penis,” she whispered. His right hand found his dick and started stroking, “Does that feel good, Andrew? Tell me.”
“Yes,” he moaned, the word torn from him. “You… your… It feels… so good.”
“Good,” she purred, leaning closer, her breasts just out of reach of his dick. “Now, cum on my tits.” His hand became a blur, a slick, perfect friction that pushed him instantly back over the edge he’d been clinging to.
His orgasm crashed over him with a force that blinded him for a moment. His muffled grunt was raw as his release shot out, stripe after hot stripe splashing her large breasts. She leaned in and encased his dick with her soft flesh, tit fucking him through every last shudder, every last pulse, until he was spent, trembling, and out of breath.
“See?” she said, her voice returning to its normal timbre, though it was still a little breathy. “That’s how you do it right.” She grabbed several tissues from the box on his desk and began to clean her breasts and hands.
Andrew just stared, his mind completely locked on the sensation he had just experienced. Allison wiped the last of the stickiness from her fingers and tossed the tissues into the trash can. “Well,” She smiled, “I think we’re done in here for now.” She straightened herself up and left the room.